Vengeance and madness in each one of my eyes (Remember?)

Remember how I came to you in no mood for talking, with worry written all over my face and you waited with tense anticipation? Or how you lay sprawled on the couch while I leaned over you, and you felt drops of saliva drooling onto your chest?

Remember how you dodged left and right, but when I caught you in your faltering, you suddenly yielded and surrendered for a few delightful seconds, and then slipped away once more? After that, we were pensive, creating much ado about nothing, chattering ourselves into oblivion. And suddenly you were on top of me again, and I was licking your neck and cheek, and you had a taste I couldn't quite place—slightly salty yet rich.

And you were seemingly stunned, with deep breaths that hastened. And suddenly a sob. And then another one. I stopped everything and looked at you, this darkness reminded me of millions of women I left in the dark, but you specifically were the one and only in the world at that moment. Remember? Afterward we fell silent, then we talked, but each of us spoke about a different emotion.

And I fucked you hard in the ass, and you were choking and humiliated. What about how I mocked you for not being cultured, not sophisticated, an animal? Or when I took you roughly with your head buried in a sink full of dishes?

Or when we were megalomaniacs on the leftovers of yesterday’s acid, and here a flashback brings us back, and the fuck is in retro and reverse. I bit you on the shoulder and the waist, and you pushed me away with one hand while pulling me closer with the other. Vengeance and madness in each one of my eyes. Do you remember that?

Or that Thursday night, stars were falling in the sky, but you were doggy style with a bottle of Arak stuffed in your mouth, spraying that anise-anise all over my glorious cock. And I tried to stay focused, by every saint of every faith, but I was so drunk that the human brain had abandoned me, and the ancient reptilian brain took over my priorities. And I just gazed at the falling star above me and shouted, “Blessed is he who sees stars in places where there are lost wishes.”

Do you remember? Because I do.